After some poking around on some very tender parts of my anatomy I was diagnosed with fibromyalgia.
So finally, after seven long years, I now know why I am like this.
I am much relieved to have a diagnosis and will continue to get on with my life. I am already dealing with the pain and have found that the amitrip is working well.
Talking about the symptoms was interesting because the doc took a very different history than other docs have taken. She asked about lung problems and I said asthma-which other docs have either never asked about or not bothered with. She then asked me about the stuff that goes with it; such as my repetitive chest infections and even the fact that I had so many boughts of bronchitis and chest infections as a child. I hadn’t realised that this is a common part of Fibro.
I am very fortunate in that I don’t get the severe depression side of things; I get fed up of constant pain of course but I don’t nose dive into depression. I think I’m pretty lucky there.
I know that good patches don’t mean it’ll all be fine but I also know that bad patches or flares as those in the know call’em are the end of the world. The doc did say some people completely recover so I can live in hope. On the other hand, as things stand it is incurable.
The doc had a lot of blood taken just to make sure it was not something else and to check general health. But that was routine.
Now that I know, I’m going to inform myself a lot but not spend too much time fretting about it. Nothing has changed. I just know what is going on. And that’s good.